Alpha Reid's Virgin Slave

LOUDER

RAYNE

I stared at the remote in his hand. The vibrator pulsed inside me, vibrating through my bones. It wasn't painful. That was the worst part.

Pleasure had already started to coil low inside my belly.

"Spread your legs, he repeated, his voice a seductive command.

But I refused. I would not give him what he wanted.

A dark smirk landed on his perfect face. His thumb, making lazy circles on my c**t, pressed down harder.

He clicked a button on the remote, intensifying the vibration. The device sent waves of pleasure straight to my core.

A gasp tore from my lips. My legs trembled as I squeezed my quivering thighs shut.

"Your body is far more honest than your mouth," he murmured, his teeth grazing the shell of my ear. "Your body knows who owns it. Now, spread."

He clicked another button, triggering a new pattern that mimicked a shallow penetration. My hips gave a tiny jerk. Heat instantly flooded my cheeks.

I was filled with shame but ached with need. The brand on my inner thigh throbbed in time with the vibrator.

Unable to hold it anymore, I let my knees give way.

"Good girl."

His hand left my c**t, and I whimpered at the loss of contact. He placed a firm grip on my knees, pushing them wider until I was splayed open before him.

The cool air inside his office kissed my wet folds. Reid admired the view, taking in the sight of the egg-shaped device buried deep inside me.

He traced a single finger up my inner thigh, avoiding my core. He unbuttoned his pants, the sound echoing through the room.

He freed his c**k, stroking himself slowly. His eyes locked on my face.

"This is what you're really hungry for, isn't it?" he taunted, nudging the head against my soaked entrance, right beside the vibrator.

My head fell back, pleasure taking over my entire body as he pushed the vibrator deeper inside me.

"This little virgin cunt is begging for a real filling."

"I'm not-" I tried to argue, but it came out as a breathy whimper.

He pushed forward, stretching me impossibly wide. A sharp cry ripped from my chest. The pain instantly turned into pleasure as the vibrator continued assaulting my slick heat.

He was buried an inch deep inside of me, and it already felt like all of him. "You're mine," he growled, his Alpha tone turning his words to law. "Say it."

I shook my head, tears of frustration running down my cheeks. His thumb found the remote again. He clicked one last button, and the vibrations turned to a violent pattern.

My muscles locked, a shattered scream tearing from my lungs as I arched off his desk. The orgasm ripped through me, wrecking my body with convulsions.

I clamped down on the vibrator. His grip on my hips tightened as the last tremors subsided. He leaned over me, his minty breath fanning my face.

The vibrator was still buzzing at that relentless pace. "I can keep you here and torture you all night," he whispered, keeping his voice dangerously low. "Or you can be a good slave and take your Alpha’s c**k. The choice is yours."

The vibrations shifted again, returning to a slow pulse. The new pattern sent a fresh wave of pleasure through me. I was spent, but the device wouldn't let me rest. It was already building another peak.

I met Reid's gaze. "Y-yours," I choked out. My hatred for him was still there, but my body... my body was his.

A triumphant smile curved the corners of his mouth. "Again."

"I'm yours," I whispered, accidentally unlocking something dark and hungry inside me.

"Louder."

"I'm yours!" I cried into the silent office.

"Good." He roughly pulled out of me, leaving behind a burning sensation. The device was next, and he removed it with a wet pop before throwing it in the trash.

A bored expression returned to his face as he pulled his pants back up. He picked my ripped lace panties up from the floor before slipping them into his pocket.

He lifted me into his arms before walking over to the door. He stepped out of the office, carrying me down the hallway. A light frown settled on my forehead as we entered his suite.

Excitement filled me as I realized that he was going to take my virginity in his bed. That must be why he pulled out, so we could do it in a more private setting.

But instead of laying me down on the king-sized bed, he carried me into a dark corner inside the room.

A human-sized cage came into my sight, and my heart dropped into the pit of my stomach. No, surely he didn't plan on keeping me in a cage.

"Reid," I whispered as he set me down in front of the cage. "You were right to view me as a monster. Monsters don't cuddle their prey. Neither do I."

He shoved me into the cage, locking the door behind him with a smirk on his face. My hands clamped around the cold bars as I watched moving toward the bathroom.

He disappeared into the bathroom and I tiredly crouched down as a painful knot settled in my throat. The pain in my inner thigh returned, throbbing relentlessly.

I waited for him to return from his shower and when he did, he didn't spare me one glance. Shame washed over me, he was toying with me.

I was the thoughtless puppet and he was the master. Reid pulled a shirt over his head before he got into bed.

I watched him for hours, until he finally fell asleep. I knew the brand on my thigh was aching because he wasn't touching me. He was teaching me a cruel lesson.

I had lost the luxury of his sleeping in his bed, the moment I insulted him. He replaced his bed with a cage to remind me of my place in the pack's hierarchy.

This was his plan all along. He wanted to humiliate me right from the start.

He was truly horrible.